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back from the dead - lp rambo lyrics

[hook]
i pay for the beef to be over with
i paid for ya homie get over it
your standards too high b*tch lower it
my confidence high can’t sober it down
give me the bl!cky i’m blowing it down
b*tches so sticky they going around
n*ggas be thinking they so hot i pull on the scene i’m hosing it down
they thought i was finished i’m fresh from the ground
back from the dead your b*tch checking me out
i heard the police was sketching me out cause they really think they’ll be getting me now
i’m not heroic but i hit a cape a f*ck n*gga thought he was stretching me out
i told my brother “you dead if you flip”, he better not think about selling me out
[verse one]
better not think about selling me out, take out my 30
wavy was jamming to julius erving
i told him turn it down n*gga was swerving
i see some green ima win like i’m curry
seen he was dissing i sent him a flurry
i know i’m hated told mama dont worry
a n*gga f*ck around he getting buried
yeah i’m with your b*tch my n*gga was finishing up
she told that she diminished the love
she ain’t a trophy i’m winning you lucked
if i really wanted her n*gga you f*cked
cuz you know easy she giving it up
he tryna tax then i’m hitting the plug
i told him i hate when he switching it up
i got a flow too forbidden to touch
i been down bad, i been at the bottom of the pits my n*gga
loud ass ak47 get you split my n*gga
lot of times i really wish them f*cking bullets missed my n*gga
pop his heady he wasn’t ready hopefully you missed, my n*gga
i thought this sh*t was f*cking street, boy your block is f*cking sweet
pull up at your meet and greet, veli putting sh*t to sleep
and whenever it was beef i told them b*tches come to me
n*ggas hate that i can breathe i put they n*ggas under me

[hook]
i pay for the beef to be over with
i paid for ya homie get over it
your standards too high b*tch lower it
my confidence high can’t sober it down
give me the bl!cky i’m blowing it down
b*tches so sticky they going around
n*ggas be thinking they so hot i pull on the scene i’m hosing it down
they thought i was finished i’m fresh from the ground
back from the dead your b*tch checking me out
i heard the police was sketching me out cause they really think they’ll be getting me now
i’m not heroic but i hit a cape a f*ck n*gga thought he was stretching me out
i told my brother “you dead if you flip”, he better not think about selling me out
[verse two]
better not think about selling me out, take out my 40
he dont know this how i been since a shorty
they tryna k!ll while i’m still in my glory
they know i’m snapping they used to ignore me
she ain’t let n0body hit it before me
me and that b*tch is a h*ll of a story
ain’t go to school i was hiding from laurie
18 years old had to figure it out
and even now tryna riddle it out
bigger the risk it’s triggering doubt
but watch when they see it’s a bigger amount
none of them n*ggas gone figure me out
cuz i got a goal and it’s bigger than clout
i ain’t been home cuz i’m sick of that house
im tryna see what the sh*t is about

- lp rambo lyrics

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